The little girl in the wheelchair
Said a soft prayer with tears in her eyes.
Gaze unbroken, as she stared at the skies.
"Give me wings, My Lord,
With which I can fly
So that I may soar with the eagles
Sun in my face, and wind through my hair,
So that I may leave my mark upon the earth
And generations that come may know I was there,
So that I too may bathe
In the rainbow colours of the sky
So that I may paint a sunrise and a sunset
In brilliant colours of my own...."
And a voice was heard from above...
"My child, you fly
On the wings of a prayer
Of those that care,
On the back of hope
Of better tomorrows,
On the energy of your dreams
That knows no bounds,
On the selflessness of your soul
That realizes it's true purpose!
So fly high...
And paint the sky
In the hues that you wish to see;
Paint it in the manner you would like it to be!
No mistake can ever be...
If you paint with passion and leave the rest to me!"
